Is within me
My habits die hard
Because they don’t
breathe
My habits tell
stories
That don’t match my
smile
My stories keep on
churning
Unmatched with old
guile
Simple words and
moments
And the faces they
match
Spring up like a
fountain for
Memories your ears
catch
The old me is not new
Buried deep in there
Back being guarded always
With no habits to care
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